The best waste god

Hearing that Nangong Haotian compared Master Shizhai to a dog, the crowd burst into laughter, and Master Shizhai also felt blushing, wishing to trample Nangong Haotian to death.

But he knew that if he really went down, he would not have trampled Nangong Haotian to death, but Nangong Haotian would have trampled himself to death.

At this moment, the old owner of Ouyang Village Ouyang on the left canopy suddenly got up and said: "Since everyone is so courteous, I would like to take a few tricks with this little brother first..."

Seeing someone finally came to the stage, nearly Wan Yinghao shouted hello with thunderous cheers. The sound shook Yuwa and went straight to the sky. Even Nangong Haotian, who has always been calm, felt his blood boil. This is what he should have at his age. Arrogant, not smooth and calm before.

After Nangong Haotian pointed to the owner of Shizhai, he turned around and found that the old owner Ouyang, with a thin and shriveled body, had already flew over in the air.

Master Shizhai saw that someone had died for him, so he immediately collapsed, sat down on the chair, and decided to leave later, not to stay here any longer.

As soon as Villa Master Ouyang landed on the ring, he looked at Nangong Haotian with piercing eyes, and said sharply: "Little brother, you have lived in Wuyi Mountain Villa for these years, but this is the first time we meet..."

Nangong Haotian saw that the opponent did not clasp his fist, so he gave up his plan to clasp his fist. Moreover, when he watched the meeting in the side hall yesterday, he heard several people say: This old villa owner has always been pretentious, thinking that he is invincible in the world.

"Old Master, I'm very sorry. Although I have the right to enter Wuyi Mountain Villa, demolish Wuyi Mountain Villa, or even set fire to Wuyi Mountain Villa, I have never lived in it for a day." Nangong Haotian patted the dust on his body, calmly Said, without even looking at Master Ouyang.

Ouyang old owner said: "Of course, you are the young master of Wuyi Mountain Villa, you have the right to destroy it, but we didn't meet until today, so it is finally destined."

Nangong Haotian also imitated his words, nodded slightly and said: "That's natural, ape dung, it will always appear."

"Little brother, since you don't want to announce your surname, family name and sect to the world, you don't have to ask me anymore."

Nangong Haotian smiled and said, "It's best like this."

"Your little brother, would you like to tell this old man, why don't you want to tell me about your sect?"

"I already said it before the afternoon, and the memory before the second half of the year is completely lost..."

After Nangong Haotian finished speaking, Ouyang Laozhuang stared at him and shouted angrily: "Nonsense, your demeanor, eyes and arguments, no matter how you look at it, you are an intelligent and normal person. Ho."

"Oh, really? I don't know where the old man's teacher came from? Could it be the legendary fortune teller or some kind of charlatan fortune teller who makes a living by deceiving people?"

Nangong Haotian looked at the owner of Ouyang, and asked with a faint smile: "Old owner, did you come to the stage to compete for hegemony, or to fight with my subordinates? If you want to use your so-called guesses to provoke the boy and Southeast The relationship between martial arts heroes, I think everyone's eyes are sharp, and they won't be blind to the words of an old man who is half in the coffin!"

"Hahaha, it's really ridiculous. This boy is not only young, but also powerful. He is also humorous. It's so funny!" Someone laughed loudly, but few people around him agreed.

When Shangguan Xiaowan and Liu Qianwen saw Nangong Haotian talking like this, their expressions changed suddenly, and they wanted to rush forward to defend Nangong Haotian, but seeing Nangong Haotian's calm appearance, they all held back.

"You—" Master Ouyang insisted that he was highly respected, and he had never been said so before. He was so angry that he immediately looked at Nangong Haotian, and Nangong Haotian didn't even look at him, which made him even more angry want to kill.

Suppressing the anger in his heart, the old owner of Ouyang stared at him and said, "Boy, don't be too vicious!"

"It depends on who it is to. If you respect me a foot, I will respect you!" Nangong Haotian said in a deep voice: "The old master should do it first, otherwise it will be said that the boy doesn't know how to respect the elders." I love you!"

Master Ouyang focused on Nangong Haotian, stretched his right hand back and said, "Bring my three-section stick."

As soon as the words were finished, someone answered in the left side of the shed, and a figure flashed, and a middle-aged man flew over, holding a three-section stick in both hands, and sent it to the right hand of the owner of Ouyang Village.

Master Ouyang didn't even look at it, he stretched out his hand to hold the stick handle, and in the sound of whistling, he played a ball of stick shadow silver flowers first, his old eyes kept staring at Nangong Haotian's face, consciously revealing his own This move is majestic and majestic, and the arrogance he displayed will definitely make Nangong Haotian withdraw from the group arena tactfully.

Nangong Haotian looked calm, smiled calmly, and looked at him with admiring eyes, but no matter how you looked at him, it was like looking at a monkey again.

Master Ouyang finished playing, and felt that the person who gave the stick had already retreated, so he looked at Nangong Haotian and asked in a deep voice: "Why don't you withdraw the sword?"

Nangong Haotian said indifferently: "I don't want to kill people, why did I withdraw the sword? Could it be that the old man has lived enough and wants to bury the other half of his body earlier?"

When Ouyang Zhuangzhu heard this, he was furious, trembling all over, and said, "You said you could kill me? You said you could kill me?"

Nangong Haotian was worried that the owner of Ouyang's villa had accidentally suffered from epilepsy, so he hurriedly said, "I didn't say that."

Villa Master Ouyang was so angry that he raised his hand to guide Gong Haotian's cloth-covered sword, and asked angrily, "Then why didn't you withdraw the sword?"

Nangong Haotian also looked down, and immediately smiled: "Old owner, can you see that it is wrapped in cloth?"

The owner of Ouyang Village was indeed a little puzzled. Seeing Nangong Haotian's suggestion, he also asked along the way: "What is that for?"

"Because it's a decoration, there's no need for it." Nangong Haotian held back for a long time before choking out such a sentence.

The Ouyang owner, who has always been pretentious, could not be ridiculed in public, and shouted loudly: "What an arrogant boy, I want you to use it today."

After the words were closed, Ouyang Zhuangzhu's figure flashed continuously, and the three-section cudgel in his hand, with the sound of whistling, one stick after another, hit Nangong Haotian left and right and in front of him.

Nangong Haotian smiled faintly, but there was no carelessness in his heart. He quickly displayed his body skills, dodging left and right, advancing and retreating like the wind, sometimes flying, sometimes flying into the air.

In an instant, there were shadows of figures and sticks, silver flowers flashed in the whistling sound, it was already hard to see who was who, and the two fought instantly, only the sound of the three-section stick and the sound of applause.

At this time, the group of heroes who had been silent for a long time suddenly burst into thunderous cheers.

"Bang bang bang-"

With a few loud noises, Nangong Haotian was accidentally hit on the arm by Ouyang Zhuangzhu, but to the surprise of Ouyang Zhuangzhu, Nangong Haotian seemed to be fine, but his movements in his hands became faster and faster.

Nangong Haotian was really a little angry. He didn't want to use his strongest strength at first, but Ouyang Zhuangzhu was too deceitful and even took advantage of his free time to sneak attack. But this is not important anymore, he is already angry.

The Trash Transformation God Art reached its limit, and the power of chaos surged through his veins. Nangong Haotian only felt a surge of powerful and unparalleled strength and momentum.

The owner of Ouyang Village seemed to be a little apprehensive. Before Nangong Haotian could make a move, he had already used a killer move to attack. Fight hard.

"Boom boom-"

In the blink of an eye, more than [-] strokes have been fought, and a lot of marks have been added to the two of them. The owner of Ouyang Village has been trampled on by Nangong Haotian, and Nangong Haotian also forcibly blocked several of Ouyang Village Owner's body. stick.

The two were inseparable for a while, the speed on the stage was extremely fast, the figures of the two were almost invisible, only bursts of blurred figures could be seen, attacking and attacking countless times, advancing and retreating in a regular manner.

"drink--"

Nangong Haotian yelled violently, and the power of chaos surged into his hands. He clenched his fist and punched forward, as if the air had been squeezed out, making bursts of ear-piercing sonic booms.

Owner Ouyang didn't give in at all, the three-section cudgel in his hand seemed to be shot from outside, across the sky, and came straight to Nangong Haotian's forehead.

"Humph!"

Nangong Haotian quickly changed his move, and blocked it with his arm imbued with the power of infinite chaos. He said it for a long time, but it happened in an instant.

In just a short moment, the two had exchanged more than fifty moves, but there was still no winner. At this moment, there was a sound of a three-section stick flying straight out of the temple.

The sticks on the stage shrank, the figures parted, and the nearly ten thousand heroes in the audience also fell silent, waiting for the result of the competition.

When the smoke and dust fell, the bodies of Nangong Haotian and the owner of Ouyang Village were exposed. Nangong Haotian was not flushed, breathless, and stood on the stage with a calm expression, while the old owner of Ouyang Village was so angry that his face was pale and his body was full of rage. Trembling, staring at Nangong Haotian for a long time speechless.

Nangong Haotian spread his hands and said with a smile: "Old owner, you didn't win, and I didn't lose, but your three-section stick is too slippery, you can't seem to hold it firmly..."

Hearing this, the group of heroes in the audience burst into laughter. The words in Nangong Haotian's words made them unable to stop. They felt that this Southeast Martial Arts Conference was really not in vain. , not only saw the most exciting battle, but also had such a happy time, even if he didn't compete for the martial arts hegemony, he would have no regrets.

The owner of Ouyang Village stomped his feet angrily, snorted, and turned around to go up the color shed.

Just as the owner of Ouyang was vertically facing the canopy, a voice suddenly sounded from the right canopy, "Let me see how powerful you are."

Qunhao hurriedly followed the source of the sound, turned his head to look, and saw a light yellow shadow rising in the air and falling lightly towards the center of the ring.

Nearly Wan Yinghao gave a loud drink when he saw this kind of graceful lightness kung fu and agility.

Nangong Haotian didn't need to look carefully to know that it was the female valley owner of Brownstone Valley, a beautiful girl in a light yellow dress——Wei Xiaoying.

Wei Xiaoying's body was graceful, she landed on the ring, flipped her wrist, and with a choke sound, the cold light was like lightning, and a dazzling and flowery sword was already lying in front of her body.

Immediately afterwards, with his left hand slenderly pointing at Gong Haotian, he scolded angrily, "Do you want to withdraw the sword?"